Remembering Spring
A pewter mirror cracks in veins of jade,
ensconced I've been in winter's house of drear.
Aback I'm taken, palpable my fear
to see my likeness in such pallid shade.
Though loathe am I to venture still I wade
into the glass's odd virescent sphere,
while at a loss to say what brought it here
with all my apprehension thus allayed.
It's all returning clearly now for me.
Cerulean and saffron I recall
as sky and sun above a clovered lea.
I'm standing underneath a dogwood tree
and realize that spring has come to call,
replacing winter's gelid atrophy.
3/10/18
Copyright © Dale Gregory Cozart | Year Posted 2018
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